Edgar Bones

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay Let our blood invade if I die in pain Now, if your convictions were a passing phase May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays

[bonafideedgar]

emmaofvanity​:

Emma snickered at the word ‘professional’. The thought of her as a professional at anything was a laughable one.

 Except, perhaps, a professional liar.

She let the fact that she was drunk on brew and the look in Edgar’s eyes drown the voice in the back of her head. Emma was determined that the voice would stay silent for this. For them. For whatever short time she would even be a part of a them. 

She giggled (like a bloody school girl, Morgana save her) as his lips pressed against her nose. Emma watched, thoroughly impressed as he made both shots with ease. 

Emma leaned into the arm around her waist as though she had been doing it for years. There was a ease that came naturally when she was with Edgar. The carefully constructed packaging that she presented herself with was being stripped away the more time she spent with him. It should have frightened her. It did, to an extent. But the fear wasn’t at being caught (although that fear constantly hung over her like a thunder cloud). No, Emma was just a little frightened of being seen. But there, Edgar’s arm around her waist, him grinning down at her, the happiness that seemed to be buzzing through the flat… There Emma though maybe she’d never be afraid of anything ever again. 

“I do love a challenge…” Emma said slowly as she looked at the cups that remained on the table. The corner of her mouth quirked up into a grin, and she stepped out of his arms to take her shots. 

The first shot fell easily into the cup, and she finished the drink in time. Emma set the first cup down and took her second shot. In the cup it went, and she managed to quickly drink the contents. Her nose scrunched up as she swallowed the last of it, fishing the quod from the cup. “Tada”

.

Perhaps it was a little forward, but Edgar was feeling giddy and happy on the night as a whole and the beautiful woman next to him. After her second shot, he pulled Emma in by the waist for another kiss. “For a last bit of luck,” he explained with a smile, then went through the motions of his last shot. As Edgar held up his downed glass, he bowed with a flourish. 

“I’ll take your praise now on my mad skills,” he teased. “Where to next, my dear? We could dance, sit and talk... I’m up for whatever you’d like.” And while he meant it just for this moment, just for their particular situation, Edgar couldn’t help feeling like it might be true for much more. He certainly wasn’t going to scare Emma off by admitting too much, too fast, but Edgar suspected he’d be here as long as she’d keep him.

But tonight was a good start.

[End]

[bonafideedgar]

dirkcresswcll​:

Edgar seemed surprised by Emma’s age, but the question was innocent enough and Dirk was too drunk to notice any potential discomfort that the younger wix was trying to hide. “Yeah?” He said it like a question because he wasn’t exactly sure. Hogwarts was some place he liked to forget. He watched the girls as they decided who would go first, Emma taking the quod for the throw. “One or two, maybe. I think she might’ve been in the same year as Potter and his lot, but I’m not sure about that. I was two below them, so she might be between us. You’d have to ask her.” It’s a simple suggestion, not realizing that he might be digging this into a wound he’d accidentally created.

Dirk couldn’t help the smile even as Emma raced over to their side of the table, forcing him to take a step back to get out of her way of the cup. He watched her, happy at the sweet interaction of her and Edgar, and then glanced up at Emmeline again as she was mentioned. 

“Yeah, new isn’t bad.” He smiled at Edgar. “Thanks,” he said. “Same to you two.” He indicated towards Emma. They both deserved someone good for them. 

As Potter? As James and Sirius and their friends? There were a lot of things racing through his brain over that, but the biggest was wondering how she’d never been to a good party if she was their age. That was easier to cling to than to do that math right now. If he needed an excuse later, he’d pretend he was too drunk to that counting as he watched her run past to the cup. 

“No, no, it’s not,” Edgar agreed, eyes still tracking over Emma as she headed back toward Emmeline. They’d have to talk about this probably, but that was okay. They had time.

[End]

[bonafideedgar]

regulus-blacked​:

It was always a pleasure to watch someone skilled work in their field. It was admittedly a less pleasant experience when the chosen medium of creation was one’s skin. It had been proven before Regulus was an adult and it was proven now again. He could hardly fault the man for the experience, just as he could not have faulted the Dark Lord. Both had become part of his skin through his own choice, and neither was more than he should have expected.

It still stung though. This, at least, didn’t have the extra tinge of something that had  pervaded the entire experience of the last time Regulus got a tattoo. That one difference did little to stop the general sense of wrong and fear that came up like bile at the back of Regulus’ throat the longer he let himself think about what he was doing, though, as magic is still magic and regardless of its intentions, the feel of it through ink was unmistakable to the Black.

Swallowing it back down, Regulus turned to the artist. “I’m good,” he said, knowing that a break would just make it take longer. A short bark of a laugh hit the air from his throat and he shook his head. “No, not my first tattoo.” That was about all Regulus was going to say on the matter. Further questions were going to be unanswered, and that was just something the wizard would have to deal with, Regulus decided then and there.

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Edgar glanced up in curiosity when Delacour mentioned he had another tattoo already. He said it in such a short clipped manner that Edgar was dying to ask for the story, even though he got the impression the man would be hard-pressed to tell it. “Somewhere easy to hide or something you’ve already had removed?” he asked, voice easy. That seemed more likely to get him some details than asking openly about it, given Delacour’s tone.

He kept at his work as he waited for a potential answer, pleased with the way it was coming together. The rocks were taking shape, and Edgar could focus more on the details from here on out. Every once in a while, he paused in the design work to layer in spells, some muttered under his breath and some never said aloud. Trade secrets. If he could be confident it would be just as powerful nonverbally, Edgar often didn’t feel the need to say them. Some of these, though, were new and potentially temperamental. His pride and assumption in his own ability needed to be second to making sure everything worked how the wizard in front of him needed them to. “Getting close,” he promised.

[bonafideedgar]

marls-mckins​:

Marlene, @bonafideedgar, @gwenogjones 4th July 1984 The Bones-Jones-McKinnon House

Home was a funny word for Marlene. Of all the places she’d lived she had never found somewhere she felt quite as comfortable as the house she grew up in. Hogwarts had always been a place where there were rules to follow and school work to do, the flats she’d lived in since had always felt temporary, and then those dungeons… she’d ‘lived’ there for months, if you could really count that as living. Though none of those places were home. 

She hadn’t know what to expect when moving in with Edgar and Gwenog, to witness the crazy life of a once pro Quidditch star, she supposed. She had expected excitement and gossip, but had found a disconcerting comfort instead. Her own room had become a mix of a cosy, safe cocoon and a prison, and her feelings towards the house oscillated wildly depending on her mood that day. Today it was nice. Today she felt at home. 

“Does anyone want to order food tonight? How many boxes of Chinese food can an owl carry in one go?” 

She was in the kitchen, looking at her empty cupboards and wondering when the last time she’d gone food shopping was. Over a week ago. At least. But it was too late to do it now, her stomach was already complaining and work had dragged and dragged, and she really fancied some char siu bao. 

She called out again to the others, bellowing out of the door so they, and probably the neighbours, could hear her.

“HEY! This is your last chance to get in on take-out. I’m getting dumplings and I want someone to trade with! Does anyone fancy tofu?”

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Edgar reach up in a stretch, deciding he should probably step away from these plans for a while. He needed everything to be perfect if he was going to impress Ted tomorrow. While he wanted to just stick with it until it felt like he’d reached that point, Edgar knew better. He knew his own habits and how letting himself fixate too closely would actually end with him missing glaring details. A break was good.

He heard Marlene yelling from the other room and grinned. If that was the plan, he could get in on it. Edgar opened his bedroom door as she yelled again, and he laughed aloud. “Wow!” he yelled back. “Patience on the food plan, ma’am!” It didn’t quite rhyme, but he was in the mood where everything was funny.

Edgar made his way toward the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “I could do tofu. Noodles too?” 

He glanced back toward Gwenog’s door, curious if she was going to join them too. “And when you say trade, I still get most of mine, right? I seem to recall ended up with less than half my tofu last time we played this game.”

@gwenogjones​

[bonafideedgar]

glendajchittock​:

Location: Prewett Estate Date: July 6th, 1984 Tagging: @bonafideedgar​

Glenda was happy, and full of energy. The past few days had gone really well when it came to her schedule and getting everything lined up where she felt it needed to be. She’d gotten to go over on her show multiple times this week, and gotten a few letters that had been wonderful to read. Her godmother was going to be on her show the following week, and she would have to tell Emmeline about that. And above all that, she had new albums to listen to, and music stuck in her head.

Humming to herself, she had set up her record player in one of the rooms again, figuring the least she could do was share that music with others; if it made her happy, it could help them too, right? Maybe she was a little too excited, but she was trying to be helpful too, that counted for something, it had to. She heard noise, and put the Purple Rain record on to play before moving to step out into the hallway.

As she did, she nearly ran into Edgar and took a step back, chuckling softly. “Sorry!” She chirped out, hearing the music start playing behind her, “I was just about to see if anyone else was around. What are you up to? Are you busy?”

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Edgar had stopped by the Prewett Estate still keyed up by his mission with Ted. His mind raced as he considered where things might go from here, but all that was driven from his mind as he picked up on an enigmatic voice from another room. He knew that voice, the rhythm of it. Without thinking about it further, he rushed down the hall. He almost collided with Glenda as she stepped out of the room it was coming from.

The music picked up, and there was the proof he hadn’t needed of what she was listening to. “You know Prince?” he asked. It was definitely rude to ignore her questions, but his favorite album playing in the place he was practically dedicating his life to right now felt far more important right this moment. “I don’t know a lot of people who know Prince. This is awesome!”

[bonafideedgar]

emmaofvanity​:

Emma’s face broke into a smile that could have rivaled the sun as he wrapped his arms around her. Her own arms slid up to press against his chest, and Emma felt that same funny tug in her chest as she watched his eyes linger on her mouth, and she realized she very much wanted him to kiss her. She was delighted to find he seemed to have the same thought. It was short and sweet, and Emma desperately wanted another. She had been taught not to be forward, but alcohol and being young for once in her life allowed her the courage to do something for herself for once. Her hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, and she pressed up on her toes to pull him down for one more quick kiss. 

“For good luck.” She offered up as an explanation as she let go of him. “I think I can manage the second one.” A cocky grin settled on her face. She felt more confident around him. More who she should be. Emma stepped away and tossed the quod. Plunk! Into the cup! She ran and drank it back in a hurry. Plop. She dropped the slightly damp but unexploded quod out into her palm. Emma gave him a curtsy before holding out the quods. “Your turn, I think.”

Edgar ended up grinned against her second kiss as she pulled him back down. Good to know he wasn’t the only one excited by this, by the newness and the ability to kiss each other just because they could. Or with a flimsy excuse like luck. He’d definitely take that. 

He let out a yell in her favorite as she landed the quod and another as she held out the quod from her successful drink. “You’re getting the hang of it now,” he told her. “Practically a professional already.” So perhaps he should stop humoring her long enough to actually play in a focused way. He’d let himself get distracted by Emma too many times, and they stood with three cups left vs. four. He was glad he’d helped her get practiced enough to almost catch up, but it was time to get serious. 

“Mine indeed,” he said and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her nose before heading back over. Edgar sent his first quod sailing straight into a cup, immediately rushing over to chug it. He did the same with the second, slamming it back onto the table with a flourish. “Big moment,” he teased Emma, wrapping an arm around her waist. “If you make this, I get a chance at my final shot. If you don’t drink fast enough... That’s game, dear. You’ll have to drink my last cup for penalty. Time to put that professional status to the test.”

[bonafideedgar]

ted-tonks​:

Edgar took a moment to realize what Ted was asking, but caught on quickly - a point in his favor, even if he got the answer to the question wrong. It meant he was quick on his feet, not stumbling over action, even if that action was a simple question. Ted listened as the younger wizard explained what he saw, his lips pulling up at the corners. He gave Edgar a quick nod, once in affirmation. “Good,” was the only reply, making mental notes of what he’d need to tell Alastor, Hestia, and Caradoc later.

They stepped out of the lift together as Edgar posed a question. Ted had his answer on the tip of his tongue - start at the end because getting back might be tougher if someone caught on to them and, at least then, they’d be close to the entrance and able to make some silly excuse about getting off on the wrong side. “What would you do?” he asked Edgar instead. The second test. That was how all these initial missions went. He himself had gone through something similar with Moody at the helm when he’d first been considered for Team Lead.

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Edgar felt a quick clench in his stomach at the approval, but he pushed past it. He couldn’t get distracted by a little praise when they had something so much bigger to worry about. One little test in the middle of a larger one was hardly something to take time to think about right this moment.

He blinked at Ted as the question came back at him. Okay, that was fair. This was Edgar’s thing. Even if he’d been hoping to rely on Ted’s expertise as someone who better knew the Ministry and how missions like this worked, Edgar understood why it was being thrown back on him. Ted was testing his instincts too, if he could strategize in the moment. 

“Lets head all the way in,” he decided, taking his first step forward as he spoke. “We can make sure we’re actually alone and hopefully get good progress before anyone surprises us. Plus, if it does need a second pass to finish the rest, the team then can stay close instead of having to move through what we’ve already done.”

[bonafideedgar]

gwenogjones​:

She swore that an ancient crup a thousand miles away, sleeping away in magical-dog bliss, could have heard Edgar’s music absolutely crystal clear. Gwenog could hear it before she even walked in the door after her shift ended, the dull ache of her head mingling with the sharper pain of her leg after standing on it for entirely too long. Edgar’s wall of music flowed through the flat to greet her. She tried so hard not to smile, not to laugh… but the sight of him sprawled out on the carpet like a little kid, taking in the sound of whatever album he was listening to.

“I think it was a bludger, actually, a quaffle would be kinder.” Not that she would ever do that to him. Edgar had seen her at her absolute worst and had not complained even a bit. While she could be prickly and barbed at times, she knew she’d never be able to repay him for the kindness he’d shown her after the ‘accident’. 

Gwenog took a step out of the doorway and lowered herself onto the floor in a slow, clumsy manner that she’d grown accustomed to. Once there was grace to her movements… now, she was lucky she just got onto the floor to sit behind the other wixen. “He could have magic in him. Secret wizard, maybe… Or maybe from a magical family?” There was a pause as she closed her eyes and listened-  really listened- to the music, only to find that she didn’t know the song…

“Is this new?”

Edgar cackled from his place on the floor. If she was willing to joke about which Quidditch balls she was going to kill him with, she couldn’t be too angry. That assurance only grew as she lowered herself to the ground next to him. He didn’t watch her sit. There had been moments after her injury where he’d hovered too close, seen too much. Now that he knew her boundaries, Edgar generally tried to always follow them.

“It’s entirely possible,” he mused. “American magic is so weird sometimes. He could be, and we just don’t know it. I mean if we look at sheer numbers, it totally makes sense that he’d record for muggles. Bigger audience. Plus a shamefully large number of wix aren’t ready for this. They wouldn’t understand the genius of it. If it doesn’t sound like something that could have been recorded fifty years ago, what’s the point, right?” He rolled his eyes. A few newer sounding bands and artists had managed to break through in the magical scene, but if he had to listen to Celestina Warbeck being lauded as the only great magical musician of the twentieth century again, he was going to scream.

He jerked his head up to look at Gwenog properly. “It is! It just came out this week. Hestia promised she’d show me how cassettes work, and I almost waited to get it that way. But I couldn’t resist. I needed it now. Plus, I have this beautiful setup. How could I not use it for something this good?”

[bonafideedgar]

silenceisoverrated​:

“I agree,” Amelia nodded. She couldn’t help but feel as though she dropped the ball a little in regards to Edgar. There was no mistaking that she was upset about his having joined the order. That much was a given considering how she would have preferred being the only Bones in it — or at the very least, not having the youngest of her siblings in it.

“Fine,” She laughed and shook her head. “A promise is a promise.” She pressed her tongue against her cheek when Edgar spoke again in an attempt at hiding the worried look that wanted to take over. Worrying about him wasn’t anything new but not knowing precisely what had happened on the field hadn’t aided in easing any of them. He and Rosier were in luck since she had come back too tired to insist on receiving full details. “I better not come back to you on the floor.” She added with another shake of her head. This time, her words were accompanied by a stifled laugh.

Amelia returned a few minutes later with her hair wrapped up in a towel, having mostly dried it in the bathroom but wanting to stick to having said she would only be a few minutes. “Bath is running, bubbles too. Didn’t feel a need to make it colored like mum used to though.”

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“Promise is a promise,” he agreed. “And I promise you won’t come back out to find me on the floor.” Edgar knew he wasn’t exactly in top shape right now, but the blood replenishing potion was doing wonders for his ability to stand up straight and at least function normally. Any weird quirks at this point he was willing to chalk up to sheer exhaustion rather than the injuries themselves. 

When Amelia came back, Edgar had managed to finished the cleaning spells across his skin to avoid soaking completely in dried blood, but he frowned at her. “Enjoy that utilitarian shower?” he asked. He couldn’t expect her to not mother hen him right now, but she could at least take a few moments for herself in the process. 

Still, he stepped forward, heading to the door. “Sounds like a plan. I could pretend to sulk, but bubbles will suffice. Give me like fifteen, maybe twenty.” Possibly twenty-five, he decided as he stripped off his clothing in the bathroom and placed a waterproofing charm over the bandages around his middle. Those didn’t need to be changed until he went back to see Emmeline.

[bonafideedgar]

dirkcresswcll​:

Edgar talked easily about Emma and going on dates like it was something he did often. And Dirk wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Asking a pretty girl out to dinner or another type of date seemed exactly the sort of thing that probably came easy to Edgar, while Dirk and Emmeline had been hanging out alone in that library for months and he hadn’t even been the one to make the first move! 

His words made Dirk think about asking someone to be their significant other. Did that mean he was suppose to ask Emmeline to be his girlfriend? Should he do that? He wondered if Edgar would have advice on that - or if he was even confident enough to ask for that advice, let alone take it. “It’s a good match,” Dirk said about Emma and Edgar with a little smile. “I’m happy for you.”

“Emma’s one of the good ones.” He continued without thinking about it. One of the good ones. The purebloods. It was a surprise, given the family she’d come from. Dirk wouldn’t have expected it at Hogwarts. “I remember her back at school. She was a couple years ahead of me, so we didn’t know one another much until the Order. I’m glad she’s here - I know that can’t be an easy thing to do.” He didn’t know if he was making much sense, but he had been drinking and his lips were looser, spilling things he hadn’t meant about Emma’s family - or the fact that she was older than even him.

“Uh…” He looked at at Emmeline, catching her eye, and smiled again at her before glancing back at Edgar. “Kinda?” It was more like a question. “I’m not sure we’re really together-together. I haven’t, er, like, asked her - like you said. You think I should? We’ve been hanging out awhile, but just as friends. This, ah, this whole… thing… the rest of it… that’s new. I don’t think you really missed much. Nicky just found out too.” Dirk said the ending as though Nicky not knowing it about him meant it made sense Edgar didn’t either, which was probably true.

“Thanks, man.” Edgar grinned and ran a hand over his hair. With his focus on the Order lately, Edgar hadn’t necessarily been looking for someone, but that probably made this even better. Emma wasn’t a plan. She was life basically dropping some good into his lap as things around him got more tense, as the Order as a whole seemed to be feeling rather pessimistic about everything. But this party showed that there was plenty of life in it, plenty of energy. Maybe someone just needed to start trusting their age bracket to act. Surely things could only go up from here.

He nodded as Dirk talked about school, his brain catching on what Dirk clearly took to be an insignificant detail. “A couple years ahead?” he repeated, letting his eyes skate across the table to where the women were having a conversation of their own. For the first time, Edgar actually paused to consider how old Emma was. He’d assumed she was just couple years above him, someone who just hadn’t been on his radar since their social circles didn’t overlap. The way everyone treated her like she was insignificant or didn’t have anything of value to add... It had made since if she hadn’t been around much longer than Edgar. But had she? When had Dirk graduated? If she was a couple years above Dirk... 

It didn’t matter. Right this moment, it didn’t matter. And clearly age was just a number. They were at a party. They were having fun. Edgar was not going to let his own insecurities about whether Emma realized how young he was get in the way. 

Instead he tried to smile at Dirk as he tried to explain where he was with Emmeline. As pleased as he was for them both, he wasn’t sure it quite reached his eyes. “New isn’t bad,” he promised, expression loosening up as he watched Emmeline laugh at something. Dirk seemed good for her. “I hope you guys have things keep going well. New means time to explore, right? Figure it out? I wish you luck, man.”

[bonafideedgar]

emmaofvanity​:

She laughed, utterly delighted as he pecked her cheek before diving after the quod. She’d thought he had it- he very nearly had. And then the quod rather unceremoniously spewed brew all over his face. Emma’s hand flew up to cover her mouth to hide the fact that she was now laughing even harder. “Oh no, don’t choke!” She would have been concerned were it not for the unwavering grin on his face. 

“Well, I learned from the very best.” She watched as he made his second shot and finished the drink that time without issue. Emma took the quods and laughed again. “Here’s hoping.”

To her credit, the quod did go into the cup. And again, to her credit, she did get to drink it. At least, part of it. She was about halfway through the glass when the quod exploded with a snap and Emma’s face was splattered with brew. She blinked up at Edgar, giggling. “At least it went into the cup.”

Edgar laughed, waving a hand. “I’m good. I’m good.” He watched her carefully, letting out a cheer for her as Emma raced around the table. When the cup exploded in her face, Edgar winced sympathetically and stepped forward.

His arms went around her, grinning at the endearing expression on her face. She was truly adorable, and Edgar didn’t care who else knew he knew it. “It did,” he agreed. “You’re doing great. You’re getting better already.” His eyes flicked down to her lips momentarily before leaning in to give her a quick kiss. Their faces were probably both getting sticky from the brew, but he didn’t particularly care right this moment. 

“Think you can get to the other one in time?” he teased. “I’d hate to have you give me two cups in one turn.”

[bonafideedgar]

ted-tonks​:

Ted had been quiet most of the beginning of this mission. It wasn’t an easy one, per say, but he doubted it was most dangerous, either. The courtrooms should be empty today - they’d done their due diligence - but it also required stealth, thinking, and a particular brand of magic. It would be good, for Edgar’s first such as this. A test of sorts to see if he had what it took to lead a team some day. Looking at him now in the lift, Ted could only think about how young Edgar was. Only seven years older than Dora. They were very nearly in school together.

Ted stood on the opposite side of the lift from Edgar, his arms crossed, pretending as though he didn’t know the lad at all. The moment the last occupants left, however, he stepped closer, turned to his companion. “How many others were there in here with us?” he asked Edgar, the first question to the test. “Do you remember what any of them looked like?”

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Edgar glanced at Ted as the other man spoke, momentarily furrowing his brows together at the question. Wait, this was a test. It had to be. Edgar turned back to the lift doors as he answered, “Two people. The witch was blonde, um, dark robes, but I guess that’s most people here. Focused totally on the floor and not on any of us. The wizard was tall, balding, looked like he had a stick up his ass. Wait, actually I think I recognized him. Wasn’t he in a Prophet photo not that long ago? From the minister’s office, I think.” He wondered if Ted had recognized them and whether he’d be confirmed or corrected if he had.

Since he’d already been looking at the lift doors, it was no surprise as they reached the bottom and the doors slowly opened around them. Edgar kept his fingers on the edge of his wand in his pocket. “Ready? Do you want to start at the entrance and work our way in or head toward the other end and work our way back?”

[bonafideedgar]

emmaofvanity​:

Cheeky and charming and handsome and he knew it. Emma was right. This man would be her undoing, and she was perfectly fine with that fact. “Try not to look so smug,” she teased, unable to restrain the smile that had become a permanent fixture on her face.

She offered no resistance as he towed her into reach and positioned her just in front of him. She knew her cheeks were starting to burn the moment she felt his hand pressed solidly against her hip. Emma stood flush to him, half looking up at the quod that had had in her hand as he demonstrated how to throw, half craning her neck to see his face as he stood behind her.

“I’ll give it a shot,” Emma said, glancing back at him with a smile. “But, if my teacher is as good as I think he is, you’d best get ready to run.” Emma stared down the cup at the other end of the table, and adjusted her angle just so, just as Edgar had instructed.

Splish! Into the cup the quod went.

Edgar watched her, eyes tracking over her form as she lifted her hand. “I better be ready, huh?” he said with a smile. His eyes slid over to the quod as she lifted it, her form great. The quod left her hand at the right moment, arched across the table, and plopped into a cup. “You did it!” He leaned to give her a quick kiss on the cheek before taking off around the table.

For a moment, Edgar thought he’d made it in time. He had the cup in his hand and half of the liquid inside chugged down when he felt that split second before the quod exploded. It wasn’t enough time to do anything, and Edgar ended up couching as it blew up in his face.

He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the brew from his face, then looked at Emma with a grin. “Almost. Your end was perfect.” He returned to his side of the table for his penalty drink and then plucked up the other quod to toss it for himself. It sailed right in, and this time Edgar redeemed himself as he made it around the table in time to finish his drink. 

He returned to his side of the table where Emma was still standing and paused in front of her. “Time to put those new skills to use for your own side now,” he teased.

[bonafideedgar]

Location: Their apartment Date: July 1, 1984 Starter: @gwenogjones​

“Yeah yeah,” Edgar said from his place on the floor, head throbbing just a little from last night but thoroughly soothed by the music surrounding him and filling his room. Probably the living room too if Gwenog was at the door. He wasn’t entirely sure when it had become tradition to flop on the carpet for a first time listening experience on a new record, but he couldn’t help it. 

“I recall that you told me last time you’d throw a quaffle at my head if I listened to music this loud, but Gwenog, listen.” He sighed. “He’s a genius. A lyrical, musical genius. Are we sure Prince is a muggle? Are we positive? There is magic in this album. I can hear it.”

When he’d picked up the album yesterday, Edgar had seen cassettes in the music store like Hestia had shown him, but he’d been too eager to try and figure out what to buy to play them on his own. Besides, this was tradition. A new Prince album did not seem like the best time to mess with tradition.

[optional]

NEW GIRL 04.02 “Dice”

[bonafideedgar]

Location: Ministry Atrium Date: July 5, 2984 Starter: @ted-tonks​

Edgar didn’t spend a lot of time at the Ministry and tried not to look out of place as he casually walked along behind Ted. They’d gone over the plan, of course, but he still felt a flutter of nerves at what they were able to do. This required stealth, planning, care. It wasn’t flash-bang. Edgar was pretty sure that’s most of what he’d shown before, so this felt important. He’d been singled out for this, and Edgar was determined to prove himself. The fact that it was Ted here with him felt good too. Edgar felt a bit intimidated by the older man, but he was something to trust and rely on; he put Edgar more at ease that someone like Moody or Alice who moved with such authority. Ted had it too, but it was a quieter kind. Edgar could jive with that.

They slowed as they reached the lift, and Edgar fingered his wand where the handle stuck out of his holster absentmindedly. Mentally he went over the spellwork they’d need again. This was going to be good. They got on the lift, and Edgar wondered if they were always this empty this time of day. Perhaps Ted had done that on purpose. Edgar glanced at him as they stopped on the next floor, the only other people in it trickling off at that point. They were officially on their way.

[bonafideedgar]

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Edgar was kind. That was something Dirk had realized the last time they’d had a drink together. And, while that had been Dirk’s first of the night and this definitely wasn’t, the fact still remained. Edgar would be a good friend to have. Some guys would’ve gotten angry about the lost point, made him feel badly about himself. This had happened before. Nicky had slapped someone once when they were nineteen and some bloke couldn’t stop casually bringing it up whenever Dirk was around. The guy had been a friend of his girlfriend at the time. It was probably a good thing that didn’t last. 

Dirk took the quod in his left hand and positioned his body at an forty-five degree angle from the cup he was aiming for. He’d learned a while back that his left often spun towards the outer edge, so he compensated by using this angle. As he’d predicted, the quod went into the cup he’d been aiming for and he moved around to the other side of the table - this time next to Emmeline - and drank as quickly as he could from the cup.

The quod did not explode, but the brew dribbled down the sides of his lips awkwardly, spilling onto his already-brewed up shirt. He wiped it away after with the back of his hand - the drunker he got, the less his manners were there - and he grinned at Emmeline before he headed back to his side of the table. “How’s Emma at this game?” he asked Edgar curiously. “Have you two been together long? I didn’t know you were dating until tonight. Then again, that’s not exactly a surprise - Nic always says I need to do better at my gossip.” He fell into the easy nickname he called Nicky without thinking - usually it was just for her. 

Edgar almost found himself smirking as he watched Dirk chug his drink right in front of Emmeline and then smile at her. Cute. They were cute. And it was shockingly suave, considering Dirk had alcohol dribbling down his face. Impressive, Cresswell. Was Edgar going to have to up his game? Noted. Definitely noted.

“Hmm?” He turned to Dirk, offering a shrug. He wasn’t about to call out Emma’s earlier struggles. “She’s getting the hang of it. And well, I guess that what you consider dating. Because like we’ve been going on dates for a few weeks, but we didn’t fully call them dates until this week. I don’t know. Are we official? I haven’t technically asked her, but I think she’d agree we are.” He glanced across the table, watching Emma and Emmeline interact. He was curious to see who would go first. “What about you two? You’re cute. I thought Emmeline was a free agent and normally am better at my gossip. Is that new?” Emmeline looked at him like it was, and as weird as it was to watch other people flirt, Edgar thought he could watch it for a while. Downright adorable.